" Thought you were off for the week." Mostly." The sauce thickened and bubbled, and I stirred the chicken in to coat it. Mike handed me the bowl of ve...ggies as I turned to reach for it, and I dumped those in as well, still stirring, and turned off the burner. "I should've known better than to check my email."Over dinner, I summarized the situation. "And of course," I finished as I chased the last bean sprout around the bottom of my bowl, "there's nothing I can do about it without looking bitter. I thought I might spend the morning catching some rays, Daddy."I swear I could see the bulge in Daddy's pants grow at my words. He gulped down his coffee and in a strained voice, replied, "I guess I can get along without you, sugar. You don't worry about it -- go have fun. Can't have my daughter looking pale and sick before she starts at a new school."I hugged Daddy tight, letting him get a good sense of my firm tits and hard nipples before I said, "Thanks, Daddy, I owe you big time!"I went. She just smiled again…Ana allowed me to watch her get dressed only because she knew that my cock was getting hard inside of my trousers. She said that she had been invited to a party. Ana then added that I had also been invited; but she declined for me, saying I would be busy at home…I stared at her as she dressed. She was pulling up a brand new pair of black stockings and fastening them to her garter belt. I offered her if I could help; but she just said no, because she was sure that I would. Your husband shoud be able to see what a slut you are. Now I saw you from the side. On all four. You turned your head and and looked at me, but not my face....my crotch. And you smiled, got relieved I think, by seeing that I still was, rock hard. Your lips where red and wet, cheeecks red, hair busty. A horny look.They both started to fondle you again....touching you, pinching you, twisting your nipples. Playing with your tits....swinging them. The younger one gave them a slap.You.